Basically I was set-up to meet in the park by a "friend". When I got there and went to talk to so called "friend" 4 or 5 guys came out from behind a wall. all but one had baseball bats and the very first one had a gun. The one with the gun walked towards me and was yelling something (I knew the guy and he swore up and down that I stole something(?) from him... I didn't). I was now back pedaling(right past some guy that was stretching before a jog) telling him that we could talk about it, only now he was jogging up to me while trying to pistol whip me.
I kept dodging all his attacks while watching my friend who drove me there panic and try to run back to his car. 2 of the guys with baseball bats were squaring up on him and he couldn't get in his car (even though the window was down). But the guy with the gun was still advancing on me screaming obscenities and trying to pistol whip me. Theis is when I remember the knife that I had in me pocket. But just when I reach for the knife in my pocket I trip on a curb that came up behind me, fell on the sidewalk and grinded the clip that was holding it up at the top of my pocket off letting the knife slide down to the bottom of my pocket where it couldnt' be reached fast enough.
I jumped back to my feet just in time to parry an up close and personal pistol whipping(and this is where all those hours of watching Bruce Lee movies had come in handy). I'm not really sure how I reacted so precisely, but I did a series of kug fu hand movements which reversed the situation on my attacker. Somehow I got him off balance, put my hands on the gun, dropped him o the ground(WWF was one of my favorite thing to watch when I was younger too)and while he still had his hands on his gun and finger still on the trigger, I was pointing it back in his own face with my finger behind the trigger so that it couldn't be pulled unless I moved my finger.
It really was a moment of beauty, I wish I could have watched it happen
We were both on the ground now, he's ion his back with his gun pointed under his chin, and I'm on my right side with my left hand holding his gun in the position it was in.
My would be "attacker" now feeling defeated, pleaded with me to let him up and stop pointing the gun in his face. Thats right when one of his friends(with the baseball bat) came up behind me and threatened to hit a home run with my head if I didn't let him(the guy with the gun) up. Thats when I remembered about my friend that drove me there. I didn't see him anywhere but his car was still sitting there in the parking lot. So I let him up, and he and his friends took off running and disappeared into the trees about 70 yards away, just as the police show up(who I assume were called by the guy that was stretching).
Apparently the friend that I was with(the one that drove me there) had panicked when he realized his car door was locked, even though the window was open, and took off running so that he didn't have to deal with the guys that had the baseball bats. But he ran all the way over to a friends house and was trying to get some reinforcement. They all arrived too late, since the situation was resolved by then and the cops had already shown up.
So the only damage done after that whole event was to the pride of my so called "attacker" for getting the script flipped on him and having his own weapon used against him.
They did take off with some of our stuff from inside the car, but we managed to get most of that back later, but how all that happened is not a story for me to tell.
Topic: The craziest week of my life (Read 7864 times)
